Chapter 12: Friday, July 22, 2016 (Morning)

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It was the sound of lawn equipment that awakened me. I glanced at the clock and could not believe the time. It was almost 7:30. Almost ten hours of sleep!

Dawn's warm body was nestled into mine. I stroked her hair and shoulder just softly enough to not awaken her. I imagined she was as sleep-deprived as I must have been. I lifted up the sheets to ponder her naked, sleeping body.

"Just awesome," I silently said to myself.

I carefully eased myself out of bed and went to the guest bathroom, bringing some casual clothes with me. I sat the clothing on the counter, and as quietly as I could, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and refreshed my hair with warm water. I towel dried it to erase the bed-head. Putting moccasins on my feet, I went to the kitchen and brewed a Starbucks Sunrise Blend with the Keurig into my insulated mug along with a dose of half-and-half. I took my iPad and coffee to the balcony to read the news.

The cold front which had triggered the night's storms had made for a pleasant summer morning. The air was dry and actually a bit cool for July. The landscaping crews were busy doing their thing. The grass was still rather wet which made their equipment messy, but I figured they knew what they were doing.

Reading the electronic version of "The Dallas Morning News" kept me grounded and attached to "home." It was how I first learned about the devastating EF4 tornado that ripped through the eastern suburbs the day after Christmas seven months earlier. It struck barely fifteen miles from my apartment, and damaged or destroyed several Extecha employees' homes.

I followed my normal route through the paper. Local, international, national, business, and saving sports for last. If I had lots of time on my hands, I'd work the crosswords. I could usually do the Monday crossword in less than eight minutes. The Sunday Crossword, if I could do it at all, might take me about an hour.

I brewed my third cup of coffee before starting the sports section. The Rangers were having a decent season so far. Houston, on the other hand, was lagging.

"I hate Houston," I heard from behind me and felt a hand massage my shoulder. Devo was standing there back in her comfy jammies with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking over my shoulder at the Astros box score on my iPad.

"Good morning!" I said, bringing her hand to my mouth so I could kiss it.

"You bet it is," she sighed.

She sat in the other sling-back chair, propped her feet up on the table, and smiled sweetly at me.

"What time is it?" she asked.

I looked at my watch. "Almost nine."

"You're kidding me. I don't remember the last time I slept this late. You wore me out."

"We wore each other out. I just got up about an hour ago myself."

"It smells so good out here. I love the smell of freshly cut grass."

"That's gen-yoo-ine Kentucky Bluegrass. Almost impossible to grow where we live."

Dawn sipped her coffee and watched the landscapers work their magic.

I closed my iPad case and sat it on the table. I sat, thinking about the events of the last two weeks, and picked up my iPad again. I texted Marcus Deats.

'Do you think Ellena is up for visitors?'

It took only a few minutes for him to reply, 'I think that woman is coming out of her skin with boredom. I think she would appreciate a visit.'

'Good. My friend' . . . I stopped tapping. I realized I had no clue which words to use to refer to Dawn in "public."

I looked over at her. She caught my gaze.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What do I call you?"

"Huh?" she asked, with a puzzled expression.

"What do you want me to call you when I'm speaking about you? My friend? Girlfriend? My former coworker?"

"Your bitch," she laughed

"God, no! I'm serious, Dawn. What are we?"

"That's a really good question. I haven't thought about it."

I could see in how she was focusing her gaze in the distance that she was considering options in several minutes of silence.

"Until everyone at work gets the news of my departure, like maybe for another week or so, let's just refer to each other by name. In a few weeks, like after I'm at my new job, I'm definitely calling you my boyfriend," she winked.

"Gotcha," I said. I tapped the backspace key a few times and texted 'Let her know that she can expect visitors around lunchtime. Tell her I'll bring her choice of takeout if she'd like.' I decided to avoid the whole subject with Marcus.

"What was that all about?" Dawn asked.

"I was telling Marcus Deats, the head of security here, that I want to pay Ellena a visit at the hospital. Since he's technically her supervisor, I figure he'd know, so I asked him if she was okay with a visit instead of putting her on the spot by asking her. I figure she'd tell him she wasn't interested before she'd say it to me, but he said she'd appreciate a visit. I told him to tell her I'd bring her lunch."

"You're like the best boss ever," Dawn said and stroked my leg.

"I'd like it if you come with me."

"Yeah. Okay, sure," she said after a delay.

"Your words don't match your tone of voice," I observed.

"Will, I don't know her. I wouldn't want it to be awkward."

My mind immediately waxed insidious. "She knows you better than you think, Dawn."

"How's that?" she asked, sipping from her mug.

"She didn't report to Marcus what went on with you and me in my office last week. Hell. I didn't even know myself that there are security cameras in there. They're in the ceiling lights, by the way, but obviously she did. She promised she would keep it a secret."

Devo's tawny complexion blanched.

"She told me that, as long as no one else has reason to review the recordings, they'd be overwritten in two weeks, so . . ." I glanced at my watch, "later next week they should be gone forever."

"Oh, shit, Will! Your office just got demolished! Tons of people have probably reviewed the recordings!"

"Oh. Yeah, that's probably true," I said, trying to hold myself together.

"I bet that video is probably already on the internet!" she gasped.

I waited a moment. "Payback is a . . ."

Dawn's face went from near panic to deadpan after parsing my words.

"bitch?" she finished my sentence.

"Yeah," I smiled at her, and was relieved when she returned it.

"Holy crap, Will! That was harsh!" she scolded me.

"Sorry! But I couldn't pass up the chance to get you back, and you teed that right up."

My phone chimed.

'Elena said she'd love any kind of pasta from Little Italy. She said she's being discharged this afternoon and her husband will probably be there waiting with her.'

'Thanks, Marcus. Tell her I will be there around noon. I'll bring lunch for both of them.'

I related the info to Dawn.

"I've gotta get cell service. My number should have been released from the corporate account by now. I'll come with you if we can go to an at&t store to get a new SIM card. If I reactivate online, they'll send it to my place in Dallas. I don't want to wait that long."

"That works. You want some breakfast?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm a bit peckish."

As the sun had risen higher, it was getting warmer and more humid, so I followed her when she rose to go inside. She cored and sliced a tart apple, and I chose a banana. I scooped some peanut butter into two spoons. I sat with her in the living room and handed her one.

"William, please explain what you've done to me," she said as she brushed some peanut butter on a slice of fruit.

"Hopefully nothing you haven't enjoyed," I responded.

"Heck no. But that's what I mean. Has this experience been as incredibly releasing for you as it has been for me?"

"If you're asking if, after secretly fawning over you for almost twenty years, that, even though we've spent barely thirty-six hours in each other's presence since the wall came down, you've completely rocked my world, then absolutely." I studied her as I spoke to see if my words were answering her question.

"You've made me orgasm like eleventy times. You've made me want you do things with my body that would have shortened any other man's life if they tried."

"Yeah, same with you, but perhaps without thoughts of homicide," I agreed, grinning at Dawn's brief return to her old-self-language.

She laughed at my choice of words.

"Will, I am trying to figure out what possessed me when I peed in the pool. And why I liked it when you did. And why I let you watch in there," she said, pointing toward the bathroom. "Did that actually turn you on?" she asked, not sounding at all judgmental.

"Yeah."

"Me, too! How is this even remotely possible? Thoughts like that have NEVER crossed my mind!"

She paused in thought. "Will, what I am about to say may come as a surprise to you. Last night was the first time in my life I've ever made love."

Her words were a bit muddied by the peanut butter in her mouth. They hung there. I was quite confused by what she said.

"What? You told me last week . . . pizza?"

"Huh? What-- Oh! Yeah. But no. What I experienced last night was lovemaking. Compared to that, everything before was just . . . sex. It was just pizza."

"Yeah . . . yeah," I thought for quite a long moment in reflection. Her compliment made me smile. More so because I agreed that I'd never experienced such strong emotional connection with any of the few women I'd slept with. "Yeah."

She continued. "All I'm saying is that you've done something to me. I've let you do things to me and I've done things with you that I'd never thought I would want to share with anyone. I don't know where my boundaries are anymore. And I don't care."

"Devo, you're reading my mind. I'll admit to you that what we did in the shower yesterday, the . . . prep? . . . I was scared to death of what you might have . . . um . . . seen."

"Yeah. Me, too. It was so totally worth a little soap and water," she agreed.

"Devo, I want to be frank with you. There's something about you that makes me feel so . . . it's hard to explain, but you make me feel like you trust me so much I can experiment and try new things.

"If I ever make you uncomfortable, please tell me. I do NOT want to hurt, offend, embarrass, or . . . well, you know, right?"

"I do trust you. More than anyone I ever have. I will tell you if you cross a line, and I expect the same from you."

"Please don't knee me in the balls like you did that other guy," I said rapidly after I'd taken a bite of peanut butter which made her laugh hard at my choice and awkward pronunciation of my words.

"I promise. But there is one line, right now, while we're on the subject."

"Tell me," I requested.

"It was fun letting you watch me pee. But don't even think about asking me to let you watch me--"

"Hell, no! Nope. Don't worry. Not gonna go there," I waved her off vigorously, which made her laugh again.

"Okay, good to know we're clear," she said with laugh-stuttered breath.

"Time might get away from us if we're not careful," I said when I looked at my watch.

"Yeah, you're right. Is it okay if I use the other bathroom?" she asked, pointing toward the guest bath.

"If you prefer. Mi casa es su casa," I answered

I cleaned up the light breakfast. I went back to the bedroom and made the bed, and for funsies, put all the decorative pillows on the side on which Dawn had slept. I picked some business-casual clothes and sat them on the bed before hitting the shower.

After a quick, hot wash of my face, I washed my hair then lathered up for a shave. I saw Dawn's reflection in the articulating mirror as she stepped in behind me.

"I thought you were going to use the other bathroom," I said.

"Oh, I did," she replied matter-of-factly, but with a casual smile which made me laugh.

I continued massaging the shaving gel into my face. Dawn watched, casually, and said, "That reminds me. You want to groom the kitty?"

I turned around and watched her soap and rinse between her legs.

"Oh, yeah. The thunder-boomers last night interrupted us, huh? Is that something you'd really trust me to do? Sharp blades on your pretty bits?"

"Why not? Worst thing that could happen is you maim me, right?"

She took my razor from my hand. "Now, please sit down on the bench, and spread your feet."

I cautiously followed her requests. She stepped between my knees, and brought the razor to my face, just in front of my left ear, and slowly drew it downward against my skin. I kept myself still in her hands, centering myself by lightly holding her hips. Watching the intense focus in Devo's eyes as they moved ahead of every stroke, concentration evident on her face, was bizarrely calming.

I helped her by flexing and contorting my face as most men do instinctively when certain difficult areas are encountered. She never once nicked me. She covered my face and neck first with downward strokes, then upward.

She studied my face intently for a few moments and from different angles, moving my razor in a few balked approaches. "I don't know how to get that little bit right under your nose," she whispered, handing me my razor.

"Like this." I quickly addressed the divot under my nose and then evaluated her work by testing several areas with my fingertips.

"Impressive! A chef AND a barber!" I praised.

She held a moist washcloth in front of the steam generator and wiped the remaining gel off my face with the piping hot cloth. She then evaluated her own work by rubbing her cheeks against my face before planting a lovely kiss on my lips.

"See? If I can do that around your carotid, you can do it around my femoral," she said. She always had a way to draw perfect comparisons.

"Yes, I would love to lady-scape you, but, as much as I regret saying this, it'll have to wait. Let's finish up and go get you connected, then get lunch, visit Ellena, then come back here and do whatever we want."

"Whatever?"

"Whatever comes to mind," I said, softly stroking her nipple with a soapy finger."

"Ugh. Not enough time in the day. We will definitely need to stop by your drugstore before we come back here. There's only one condom left in that three-pack. I think we'll need five or ten more boxes."

I laughed. "At least!"

We quickly finished up the basics of our morning cleanup. I used the other bathroom while Dawn styled her hair.

Dawn grabbed a big bottle of water out of the fridge and restocked it with fresh ones from the pantry. We were out the door at 10:30.

The visit to the at&t store took about forty-five minutes and a very relieved Dawn was restored to the world of 4G LTE.

Our next stop, of course, was Little Italy where I placed a to-go order for Fettuccine Alfredo with grilled chicken, spaghetti carbonara, and two side salads with vinaigrette. While the order was being prepared, Dawn and I enjoyed a slice each of their famous wood-fired pizza.

We took the hot pasta and chilled salads to Saint Mark's where we found Ellena and her husband packing her belongings. They were expecting her discharge papers within an hour or two. Ellena's arm sported a temporary cast supported by a sling.

"Mr. Richards! Thank you so much for stopping by! Have you met my husband, Jacob?" Ellena asked.

"I have not!" I extended my hand to a man that actually made me afraid he'd shake it.

"Jacob, I'm Will Richards. Ellena works-- well, worked in my office as my admin. I can see now that you two are cut from the same cloth."

Jacob was a towering beast of a man, shaped like the slice of pizza I'd just had for lunch. He was broad at the shoulders and tapered to a point at the feet. Thankfully, he chose not to dismember me but only shook my hand with confident firmness.

"Ell has told me you've been a great guy to work for. Thanks for checking in on her," he said.

"As many times as your wife has arranged my lunches, bringing one to her is nothing. You two can argue over who gets which entree," I joked as I unpacked the lunches from the take-out bag.

After re-introducing herself to Ellena and newly to Jacob, Dawn exchanged pleasantries with both and decided to wait in the visitors' lounge. Ell subtly grinned and wagged her eyebrows in curiosity as Dawn left the room, but I left it alone. Ell, Jacob, and I conversed for about a half hour while they enjoyed the food we'd brought. I learned most of the details of the event which brought her there, and I related to her the extent of her work-over of Mr. Ames from what little I knew.

Ell and I said our professional good-byes which ended with the obligatory "In this small world, I'm sure we will run into each other in the future" farewell.

On the way out, Dawn and I went to a neighboring CVS. Dawn didn't buy ten boxes, she only bought two. They were a non-lubricated kind she wanted me to try since the ones I had bought made me taste "yucky." The nineteen-or-so year old kid at the cash register did seem uncomfortable looking that gorgeous twenty-year-old-looking doll in the eye when she handed him the condoms and a variety pack of sample-sized flavored lubes.

When we returned to the car, Dawn said, "Hang on a second," as she tapped on her newly-reactivated iPhone. My phone bleeped a few moments later when I received an iMessage containing a "pin" for a store named "Discretion."

"What's this?" I asked.

"Wanna play?" she asked as she stroked the inside of my thigh.

"Why, yes. Yes, I do."

"Then we need to go to the toy store."

I drove the plotted route. The storefront was rather discreetly done. Nothing was visible through the windows to indicate what sort of business it was. The vague name, or the sign which read "No one under the age of 21 permitted. No exceptions." might have been clues to the observant.

After passing through the door, I discovered that the place was nothing like what I'd imagined during the twenty minute drive. I figured it was going to be an over-the-top S&M sort of thing with whips and chains and a whole lot of leather everywhere. But, no. It was a rather mainstream looking store that happened to sell adult toys instead of housewares. Yes, they had whips and chains and leather, too, but everything was tastefully displayed and well laid-out.

Some of the items on display were a bit frightening, though. The first thing that caught my eye was a phallus that had to be about the size of my leg. It was on a shelf by itself bearing a $300 price tag. I couldn't imagine a practical use for such a thing.

Dawn went straight to the checkout stand and spoke to a young lady who withdrew a package from underneath the counter. She sat it in front of her. Dawn then came over to where I was standing, still examining the enormous rubber dong.

She laughed when she saw it. "No, thank you!" she said. She took my hand.

"What's in the box?" I asked.

"I'm not too sure myself," she answered quietly.

"That's Zeus's Dong," the lady behind the counter had approached us stealthily.

"Who would buy such a thing?" I said, incredulously.

"No one. I display the impossible because it allows people to entertain the possibility of the improbable."

Dawn and I followed her back to the counter. The clerk put her hand on the box she'd pulled from underneath the counter when Dawn had spoken to her.

I noticed a sign along the back wall behind the counter. "We're 'Discretion.' We expect you to use some. Please wait until you get home."It made me laugh.

"I'm Lily. My husband and I are the owners. All the items in the box come personally recommended. Most of the items are self explanatory, but there's a few things that need to be explained a little. She spent a couple of minutes in a brief review of a few of the items.

Lily rang us up and put the box into an opaque black plastic bag that had a simple monogrammed Arial "D" in barely-visible dark gray. Completely discreet. I paid the surprisingly large tab with my Apple watch and Dawn collected the bag.
"You two have fun!" Lily held the door open for us. We both exited, wide-eyed.

I was astounded at Lily's demeanor. Her attitude was so open yet unassuming. She made it seem as though we were checking out at the grocery store or asking for help in the lumber department at the Home Depot. It was all facts and personal experience.

I started the car and we left the parking lot. We sat in silence as the air conditioning caught up.

"You okay? You're rather quiet," I asked her after ten minutes on the road.

"I'm so effing horny right now I think I might pass out."

"Really?" I asked, actually a bit surprised. I was still a touch unnerved by the shopping experience.

"Give me your hand."

She took it and pressed it squarely and firmly into her crotch. If it hadn't been for the anti-collision system in my Lexus, I would have probably rear-ended the truck in front of me when I smelled her on my fingers.

Chapter 13: July 22, 2016 (Afternoon)

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We arrived back at the condo barely ten minutes later.

No sooner than I'd closed the door, my love shed all of her clothes before she started removing mine. I could smell her scent in the air she churned in her movements.

"God, Will. Do me. Right now, please! I'm begging you! PLEASE!" she yelled as she climbed up and bent forward over the back of the couch, presenting her pussy at the perfect height.

I needed no further encouragement. I was so hard I thought my dick would split apart. I ran so fast to the bathroom to fetch the last condom from the box I'd bought that I almost slid to the floor. I was still unrolling the condom onto myself as I penetrated her.

She erupted almost immediately, her fluids dripping onto the leather. The feeling of her juices dripping down my balls made me cum almost instantly. Maybe five minutes had elapsed since we made it through the door.

"Oh, yes!" she sighed in gentle, gleeful laughter. "Oh that felt so good. God you are so huge. Stay inside me just a minute, please?"

I slowly stroked in and out of her as I softened, holding the base of the condom to ensure it didn't slip off.

"Mm," Devo cooed as I pulled out before I shrunk to the danger point. She unceremoniously flipped her legs over the back and collapsed into a heap on the couch.

"Wow, Gorgeous! What got you so worked up?" I asked.

"You did."

"Tell me what I did so I can do it again!"

"It was the way you acted at Discretion. You never said 'no.' I get the sense that you want to play around just as much as I do."

"You're joking, right?" I lifted Dawn off the couch and started walking with her draped in my arms. "I want this place, by the time we go to bed, to reek with the scent of our bodies. The housekeepers come on Monday. I want them to be terrified when they walk through the door. What should we do first? Keep in mind it's going to take me a while to spin up again."

"Take me to the shower, Jeeves. I want you to shave my pussy."

I was happy to play her butler. "My word, woman. Where have you been all my life?"

"Literally, right under your nose."

I laughed so hard I snorted.

I carefully deposited Dawn on the teak bench in the shower. "What do I need to do, Devo? I don't want to hurt you."

"Do you have clippers?"

"I have something I use to trim my sideburns, is that what you mean?"

"Yeah. Trim me close anywhere you want to shave smooth."

I fetched the clippers from the drawer and sat between my lover's knees. "What do I do?"

"Whatever you want to do, Baby. Have fun. I am a naked canvas in your hands!" she said with dramatic flair.

Before I began, I lapped my lover's closed slit and savored the taste of her most recently invaded parts.

I studied the offering. I loved the fullness of the fur on Dawn's mons and decided to just neaten its edges. The bottom point of the triangle was situated just above the top of her closed lips. It stood about three inches tall. It took several minutes to carefully sculpt the triangle to my liking, loose hair falling into my lap.

Satisfied with my work, I then closely trimmed everything below the triangle, taking extra care to not scratch Dawn's labia with the clippers. Removing the fur from her still-wet perineum and around her anus required some rather erotic positioning and contorting on her behalf. I rather enjoyed the show.

I moistened a washcloth and heated it with the steam generator, placing it between Dawn's legs to soften her stubble. I turned to put the clippers back in their drawer when Dawn stopped me.

"Hey! Wait a second! I want to play in your jungle a bit, too."

I was more than happy to oblige.

Dawn spent several minutes closely trimming my mat to her preferences before seeking out more delicate places. She handled my body with such delicate touches, being supremely careful not to nick the loose skin encasing my balls as she navigated unfamiliar territory with the clippers. She tested her work by sucking on me for a minute, which I very much enjoyed.

"Nice!" she said.

"Gimme a sec," I said. I jumped out to the kitchen to fetch the dustpan and brush from behind the laundry door. I also grabbed a plastic bowl from the pantry. When I returned, I swept up most of the scattered strands that littered the tiled shower floor and deposited them in the trashcan.

"Do you have a razor, or should I just use mine?" I asked.

"Use mine. And my shave gel." She went to the bedroom and fetched them out of her toiletry bag. I filled the plastic bowl with hot water in the sink and brought a couple of extra washcloths and stashed them into one of the nooks in the shower.

I resumed my position on the floor between Dawn's knees and squirted an almond-sized blob of her gel onto the tips of my fingers and massaged it into the short strands outlying the triangle of fur.

I rinsed the blades by agitating the razor's head in the bowl of hot water. Just like she had with my face, I first shaved in the direction her hair grew, then the opposite way. I have to admit I was really enjoying being able to study her pussy so closely while performing my task. I was anxious to see the results of my work after all the shaving cream was rinsed away, but I wasn't done yet.

She contorted herself so I could carefully shave her perineum and around her pucker. Some areas posed too great a challenge, and Devo sensed my hesitance.

"A waxing will take care of the fiddly bits," she said as I rinsed her thoroughly. She rubbed her pussy with her fingers. "Wow. It's been a long time since I've been completely bald between my legs. Do you like it?" she asked, spreading her legs and opening herself with her fingers.

"You bet I do." I handed her the razor and carefully poured the contents of the bowl down the drain. While I was doing that, I saw Dawn quickly lather her underarms and quickly run the razor across them. Damn, I should have thought of that, but it was too late.

"You want to wash me up, or would you prefer I do it myself?" she asked.

"I'd love to."

I stood up and turned on the furthest rain head and stood between it and my love so she wouldn't be sprayed with the initially cold water. Truth be told, the cold shower did me a some good. After it warmed up a few seconds later, I did the same thing with the other rain heads, then used the wand to encourage the rest of the strays down the drain.

I soaked a washcloth in the warm water and lathered it up with her favorite soap. Instead of doing what she was expecting, I decided to lavish her body with attention. Standing behind her, I began washing her slowly, gently. I started with the back of her neck, lathering her shoulders and back.

I knelt down on my haunches and washed her feet as she steadied herself by holding onto a wall nook.

I soaped up her calves and kneaded her muscles softly as I worked slowly upward, enjoying the feel of the smooth, slippery skin of her thighs and bottom. I rose to stand behind Devo and washed each arm from her shoulders down to her fingertips, returning upward to wash her underarms. She stretched her arms backward and wrapped her hands around my neck. The skin of her chest turned goose-flesh when I traced my fingertips down her armpits and across the outer sides of her breasts. I began to wash her there. With soapy fingers, I ensured her nipples were thoroughly cleansed, feeling them harden and thicken as I massaged them.

"Good lord that feels so good," Devo moaned into my ear. I forced myself to stop playing and turned her to face me, pulling her wet, soapy body close to mine and moved us under a rainmaker to rinse. While she held me close, I massaged her scalp and washed her long hair.

"You missed a spot," she said after I'd finished rinsing out her hair.

"I did, did I?"

She laid down on the bench and drew her knees up to her chest. I took the washcloth and warmed it in the water before soaping it up. I gently washed everything she'd presented to me. I carefully cleaned her from her tailbone to her mons. Just like I had the previous day, I slowly inserted my soapy finger into her bottom, washing the inside of her anus.

Just as I had with her, Dawn gave me a thorough washing up. She paid just as much attention to all my bits and parts as I had with hers. We dried each other with fresh towels. I definitely had the speed advantage as my head only required a brief scrub with the towel to dry my short hair. I brushed my teeth as she began blowing out the water from her long hair using her travel-sized hair dryer.

I went to the bedroom to put on some casual clothes and heard Dawn call out, "Don't you dare!" when she heard a drawer close. "I'm not putting on clothes until we're forced out of this place by flood or fire. We're gonna be Adam and Eve!"

She peered around the door with a grin on her face. She made me laugh, and I returned my underwear and cargo shorts to their drawers. I stood against the doorframe and watched Devo's well-practiced motions transform her disorganized mane, one wide ribbon at a time, into a flowing, glossy waterfall down her bare back, just a few inches above her butt. GOD I loved her hair!

When she had finished drying her hair, she turned to me and asked, "Braid? Ponytail? Bun? Leave it down?"

"Ooh. Ponytail, please!"

She selected a band from her toiletry bag, put it on her wrist, and within ten seconds had her tresses neatly bundled at the back of her head.

"Higher up?" I suggested, tapping the crown of my own head.

Dawn dismantled the arrangement and redid it as quickly as before. "Like this?"

"Yeah. Like that. Sexy as hell."

"Why like this?"

"It sways so hypnotically when you walk. And it leaves the back of your neck more visible."I approached her and gently nibbled her nape, drawing goosebumps on her bare body. "But something's missing."

"Yeah. Leave the room so you don't see my magic."

I stepped around the door back into the bedroom. I heard her rummaging in her bag, then a subtle, very brief hiss. There was motion in the diffuse shadows cast against the wall, and a few seconds later she stepped into the room and sat her toiletry bag onto the bed.

"How about now?" Dawn asked as she stepped close to me. That was all it took. Just inches away, I could now smell her subtle, delicate perfume. Now I was the one breaking out in goosebumps. She chuckled at my reaction. She reached into her bag once again and took out her deodorant.

"Please don't," I said just as she popped the cap off.

"Don't what?"

"Don't put that on."

"Will, I don't want to stink."

"Please, just don't. I like the perfume in your hair, and we just showered."

Dawn paused and eventually acquiesced. "You're scent-motivated, aren't you."

"A little bit," I winked and held my thumb and forefinger close together, punctuating my meaning.

I pulled my lover close to me, skin-on-skin. I adored the scent of her perfumed hair. It was part of her recipe. Yes, I was most certainly scent-triggered.

"So I know about two things that are in the mystery box. What else is in it?" I asked.

"I dunno. It makes me a little nervous. I called that shop from the hospital after I did some Google searches in the lounge while you were chatting with Ellena and her husband. All the reviews of the shop were mostly high marks. I called and when Lily told me that she was the owner, and that I really didn't know what I was doing, she suggested I get their hand-selected kit. I didn't ask any other questions."

"Okay. Let's see what's in there."

The box was about the size of a medium pizza box, but about five inches tall. "Discretion, Customized." was printed on the box in plain Arial-font text. I sat it on the kitchen island. She stood on the opposite side from me.

Dawn slowly lifted the lid and tilted the top away from her. I was unable to see the contents, but she obviously could. "Oh, my god," she said, and slowly closed the lid, while looking straight into my eyes.

"What?"

"This is some wild stuff."

"What do you mean?"

She opened the box just enough so she could reach inside. She removed an item at a time. The first were the two products Lily had described at the shop.

"What's behind door number three?" I asked.

Dawn produced a box with five little bottles of lubricants inside the clear carton indicating flavors of mint, cherry, strawberry, cinnamon, and passion-fruit.

"What else?"

She reached in again and pulled out a veiny black silicone phallus that had to be about twelve inches long.

"Okay," was all I could manage to say.

"Yeah."

Once again, her hand entered the box. She pulled out a tool. Yes, a tool. A set of precision measuring calipers, very similar to one I'd used in engineering classes in college.

"What the--" I muttered, examining it closely.

"I have no earthly idea."

Next came out a rolled up cloth measuring tape, the type tailors use when measuring customers. Both of us burst into laughter.

"Lily, Lily, Lily. What are you doing, girl?" Dawn said.

"Is that everything?" I asked.

"Not even close." Dawn was staring right at me. She pulled out a package containing several pairs of surgical gloves and slapped them down dramatically on the countertop.

"Oh my lord!" I laughed again.

"I guess those are for people who don't have a bidet or a shower like yours?" Dawn chuckled. She pulled out the next item. It was completely unfamiliar to me.

"What the heck is that?" I asked.

Dawn laughed at my puzzled expression. "Every fertile female subjected to modern medicine knows what this is."

"I'm not a fertile female. Tell me."

"You're a smart man, William. Think about it," she said as she moved its parts back and forth.

I took it from her and examined it. "Does this go . . . "

"Yeah. Inside."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh!'"

Dawn continued laughing as her hand re-entered the box. She was looking at me while she searched by feel. She removed the next item.

"Condoms? Well, we have plenty of those, and these are latex," I said. I tossed them into the trash.

The next item was brought forth.

"Okay, that one I know," I said. It was a shrink-wrapped box with a picture of its contents on its lid. It was a waterproof vibrator about six or seven inches long and an inch across.

"Yeah. I wonder if it's charged," she said as she started removing the plastic wrapping. Opening the box, Devo removed the item from its velour pouch and plastic case. A USB cable remained in the box. She turned it on and began to familiarize herself with the function of the three buttons molded into the silicone skin. Her hands went below the level of the countertop and I heard the vibration muffle. Her eyes opened wide. "Yeah. It's definitely charged!"

"Hey! Wait a minute! No fair!" I jumped around the island. She was goofing around, only hiding it under the island surface and clutching the business-end of the device in her palm. She laughed at me.

"What's the matter, Baby? You want to play?" She took the vibrator and brushed it gently over my penis, sending an unexpected shock of stimulation down to my toes. Even though it felt surprisingly good, my reflexes protected my bits and I stepped back.

"Wow. I thought only women would use something like that."

A sandalwood massage candle and a blindfold came out next.

"Nice!" Devo said, placing the two items on the counter. "Ooh. This could be interesting," she said as she deposited a soft bristled artist's paintbrush on the pile.

I picked it up and felt the fan-shaped tip with my fingers, then softly stroked it across Devo's left nipple.

"Yes, VERY interesting," she sighed.

"Okay, just open the box. I wanna see what's left in there."

Opening the lid and setting it aside, there were a few more things in the box. We shuffled through them and decided we'd save them for another day when we were feeling way more adventurous. The one remaining item we did remove was a ring-bound pad of printed paper containing about thirty pages. It was simply labeled "Lily and Rex's Playtime Guide."

Dawn read the first pages to herself. When I tried to swing next to her to read along, she pulled away and held me at bay with a hand to my chest. I didn't force it, I stepped back. She read quietly for several minutes as I watched her curious and changing expressions. She then stuck the booklet back in the box and put the lid on it.

"What was that?" I asked.

"That, my dear, appears to be a rather detailed and rather explicit guide explaining how to do the various things I'm about to do to you. I am going to do what I wanted to do last night before we began rutting like wild elk.

"Listen. Trust me. Please know that what I'm going to be doing is meant to be pleasant for both of us. If you don't like it, talk to me."

She offered me the blindfold. I put it on and my world went completely dark.

"Okay. Wait here just a second," she said.

I heard her feet padding across the wood floor then returning. I heard a slight rustle.

"Come over here." She gently guided me by my hips, finally turning me ninety degrees. "Take a half step back and sit down carefully."

I gingerly lowered myself into a sitting position. When I felt support underneath me, I settled in. I was sitting on the couch. There was a towel underneath me.

"Give me just a few more minutes. I need to collect some things."

I sat still, listening for any sound I could identify. It was an odd collection. I heard the dryer door open and close. I heard various doors moving. I heard the rustle of the plastic bag the gloves were in. I heard shuffling papers and bare feet on wood and tile.

"You okay, Sweetie?" Dawn called out.

"Yeah, I'm good," I answered. "But hurry up. I might need to take a break."

"We haven't even started yet. You're ready for a break?"

"A bio-break."

It was completely silent for a long moment. I moved my hands up to remove the blindfold.

"Don't take that off. Take my hand."

I felt her hand on my knee.

"Stand up and put your hands on my shoulders."

I moved my hand up her arm and then put both hands on the sides of her arms near their tops.

"Follow me carefully."

She moved slowly across the floor, allowing me an easy ability to follow her path. I knew the layout of the condo quite well, so I knew where she was leading me. After heading through the door to the bathroom, I pivoted left toward the toilet.

"Stop for a sec. Love, do you want privacy? Or can I stay with you?" Her voice was subtly soft. Her words surprised me.

"Really?" I asked just as quietly.

"Yes."

"Stay with me. But I need to be able to see what I'm doing."

"No, you don't. Come this way three steps."

I placed my hands where they'd previously been.

"Now step over the threshold."

She was guiding me into the shower. I heard her turn on one of the rain-heads and a shower wand. She gently took my penis into her hand.
"I want to watch," she whispered.

I felt the tip of her finger at my opening, exploring my hole. I held back as long as I could. The stimulation made it impossible to fully control myself and I started flowing.

"Wow," Dawn cooed as I started. "Yes, Baby."

I felt her adjusting my aim. "God, Devo! What are you doing?"

"Whatever I want, Love!"

I could hear my spray splattering her skin. I was thankful to have been drinking a lot of water so I was very well hydrated and almost odorless. After I was drained, I felt the shower wand spraying my body. After a few moments, I no longer felt the wand but I heard the sound for another minute before the water turned off. Another moment later, she was towel-drying me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes, I am, are you?" I replied.

"Absolutely great. Come on. Let's go back." She put my hand on her shoulder, and I followed. She returned me to my original place. I could hear her moving things around. Quiet sounds.

I felt something unfamiliar being held at the tip of my flaccid penis. I felt her fingers draw down to the root against my pubic bone.

"Three inches," she said.

"Did you just measure me?" I chuckled.

"Yes. Yes I did."

I could almost hear her grin. Then I felt her take me to the root in her mouth for just a few seconds.

"Nice. I like the shorter hair. Now. Tell me what you smell," Devo said.

I took a breath through my nose.

"Nothing."

I felt a soft texture pass under my nose. I moved toward it, putting my nose into . . . cloth? She moved it away and I felt it brush against my cheek.

"It smells like fresh laundry," I answered.

"Yeah. That's the bikini bottoms I was wearing yesterday."

The image of her in the pool with me, with her legs around my chest, offering that awesome view of her crotch, aroused me. It was apparently enough to for her to notice.

"Why does that turn you on?" she asked softly. I felt her stroke me with her hand.

"Because I know what's hidden in there when you're wearing it."

I felt her stroke the underside of my cock with it a few times, then she stopped.

"I need you to lean forward quite a bit."

I did what she asked.

"Yeah, like that, but a little bit more. Perfect. Now keep your head up. What do you smell now?"

I inhaled again, slowly. An unmistakable scent was just barely present. I sniffed again. "You."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's very faint, considering we just got out of the shower, but hell yeah."

"Sit back. How about now? What's this?"

I felt cloth again, but not the delicate fabric of the bikini. This was more substantial, more coarse. I smelled fabric softener, which I didn't usually use except on towels or sheets, and mine didn't smell like that.

"Laundry again, but not mine."

"How about now?"

I heard a faint rustle and a gentle draft of air across my upper body and face. I wasn't leaning forward, but Devo's delicate scent returned. I reached up with my hands but was met with nothing.

"It's you again. Where are you?"

She chuckled. She was near, but not near enough for that scent to be present. I was confused.

"Guess again," she said.

I sniffed and my nostrils flared instinctively.

"Good lord. That's you again but more intense."

"No, it's not my body you're smelling. Try again."

I inhaled again. It was definitely Devo's scent.

"Then I have no idea," I admitted.

"That's the pants I took off a little while ago. First it was a pant leg. Now you're smelling where the legs come together. I showed you how wet I got in the car." The aroma persisted even though the cloth had disappeared.

I felt the quick movements of the measuring tape again.

"Five and a half inches."

"You're having as much fun as I am, aren't you," I stated with a chuckle.

"Of course I am!" she answered. "Here. Hold out your hand."

I did. I felt her place something across my fingertips. I figured out in mere moments what it was and needed no instruction. I brought the wet panties that she'd stripped out of to my face and sniffed deeply. I searched by feel for the inner crotch panel and buried my nose in it. I painted the inside of my sinuses with the smell of her. "You're going to make me cum."

"You bet your ass I am. But not yet. Now gimme."

She took my prize away from me. I felt her rub the wet fabric on my dick. Up and down a number of times. Then the move.

"Holy cow. Seven and three quarters."

I felt her slide down my shaft with her mouth. I felt her gag and heard her cough a little.

"Devo! I'm so sorry!" I said, earnestly.

"It's really okay, Baby. Not your fault. I wanted to see if I could deep-throat you. See what I mean? I wasn't even halfway there. But I am going to figure that out!

"You're getting so hard. Excuse me while I spend a while exploring your awesome body. Please tell me if you get close. I plan on playing for a while."

"I promise. But you might want to avoid that general area for a few minutes. Your panties got me close to the edge."

She chuckled. "My dirty panties really turn you on that much?"

"Hell yes. Yummy dirty. Not yucky dirty."

She chuckled. "Okay, I'll keep it above the waist for now. Scoot back in your seat just a bit so your neck is above the back of the couch."

I did. I then felt her fingers working through my hair. Every follicle felt the slow motions of her hands as she massaged my scalp first with the pads of her fingers, and then softly with the tips of her nails.

"Relax your neck. Let your head go forward."

She coaxed goosebumps over my entire body by lightly caressing my neck and shoulders, then firmly massaging my muscles.

"Lean forward just a bit so I can get to your back."

I felt her run her fingers down my spine before spreading out and lightly scratching me as her fingers traveled back upward. It felt so marvelously good.

"Ya know what? I've got a better idea. Give me just a minute," she said.

I heard things moving around again, along with hurried footsteps and even commotion from the bedroom. It went on for several minutes.

Everything got suddenly brighter as Dawn removed the blindfold from my eyes.

"Wanna go to the bedroom?" she asked.

"Sure."

When I passed through the door, I was surprised to see that the duvet and top sheet of the bed had been folded and sat aside. In their place were beach towels along the side on which I usually slept. She had taken them out of the dryer.

Devo ushered me to the bed. I sat on the side. I noticed the massage candle burning on the nightstand. She came to me and, straddling my legs, pulled my head to hers with a waiting mouth. I softly stroked her beautifully bare bottom as she kissed me slowly and tenderly. I forced myself to resist exploring her sensitive spots, choosing instead to enjoy her tender affection.

We simply kissed. I realized that we'd never done that before. Our animal excitement usually reigned, but not right then. I relished the slow presses of her lips to mine, the gentle nibbles and nips, the taste of her tongue, the delicate scent of her breath, the sharing of moisture.

"Let's get you comfy," Dawn whispered into my ear after a wonderfully long while. I was quite aroused again, but was determined to see what she had in store for me. I reclined into the nest of towels and rolled onto my front, my arms at my sides.

I saw Dawn dip two fingertips into the molten pool of the candle. She placed her fingers between my shoulder blades and drew them down both sides of my spine. The heat of the wax was indescribably comforting. She did it again, but started at my neck and then over each shoulder. Once more down the back of each of my arms.

What followed was a gentle though comfortably firm massage. I was in heaven. My quiet moans assured her that I was most definitely enjoying her touch. The warm oil allowed her to glide over my entire back, neck, shoulders and arms all the way to my fingertips. I didn't want to use any muscle she'd relaxed.

She went back to the candle. Two drops on the sole of each foot. I flinched in reflex. She softly chuckled at my ticklish response. More drops were placed at the top of my calves, again at the back of my thighs, and a few drops at the base of my spine.

Dawn massaged my feet. Starting with my left, she worked her way up my calf and thigh to just short of my butt. She did the same to the right and then shifted herself so she was straddling my calves. She massaged my lower back all the way down the sides of my hips, then went to work on my backside.

"You have such an incredibly nice body, my love. I must say I'm rather enjoying myself. I'd love to see this gorgeous rump in a pair of Levis." She squeezed my cheeks. I felt her part them before she licked me back there. She lifted her weight off my calves and I moved my knees underneath me.

"Oh, goody," Dawn cooed. She delicately caressed my anus with the tips of her fingers. I sensed her exploring every fold, every crease and follicle. She stretched me slightly and licked. Slowly and tenderly tonguing my ass, she caressed my dangling penis for quite a while. I felt her finger return. It was slightly cold. She massaged my opening with a well-lubricated fingertip. I wondered where she'd secreted those items but I decided quickly that I didn't really care.

"May I?" she asked as she pressed at the center of my anus.

"Yeah," was all I could manage to mumble in my state of utter relaxation. I had enjoyed massages a few times at my gym's spa. But none had created the euphoric trance into which my lover's intimate tantric treatment was guiding me.

Devo lovingly caressed me in the most tender manner. I still could not believe how good she made my body feel when she fingered me. She didn't go deep. Just enough to tantalize the nerve endings just inside.

"Roll over and relax, Babe," she whispered.

I was so relaxed, it took more effort than I expected to reposition.

Dawn straddled my thighs. My gaze moved down from her twinkling eyes and smiling face to her beautiful little breasts with their thick chocolate nipples, her taut little tummy, the redecorated fur of her mons, to her newly denuded vulva.

"Wow," I growled.

"What?" she asked with a whisper.

"None of the massage therapists at the gym ever dress like that."

She laughed softly. "I'll bet none of them have ever did what I just did. Or this." She gently squeezed my penis.

"Well, one guy tried," I joked. That caused a laugh which wasn't quite as quiet.

She stood to reach the candle and deposited several drops at my collarbones, chest, and lower stomach before resuming her previous place. The brief interruption of my trance was forgotten as she massaged the warm oil into my chest and shoulders, then lightly traced her fingertips down my biceps. The sensation brought the goosebumps. I reached up and softly caressed her breasts. Such beautiful breasts.

"Can I ask you a question?" she said.

"Sure."

"Do you like my boobs? Be honest. I've always thought they're too small."

"I love them. Because they're yours. I about fell over in the hotel when you took off your bra and offered them to me."

She massaged down the sides of my torso being careful not to be ticklish, and caressed me carefully around the base of my stomach, more firmly over my pubic bone, and then into the void between my thighs and scrotum with her thumbs.

"I think your breasts are beautiful. But it's your nipples that slay me. I love their color. I love the perfect contrast of the darkness and the lightness. I love how they change shape and size so much when I touch them just right.

"Dawn, please don't ever doubt your beauty. You are perfection. There's nothing about you I don't crave." I paused, because I didn't want to focus only on her physical beauty. "But Dawn, your body is just one part of you. Just one part of an incredibly rich cookie."

She smiled from ear to ear with my praise. "Let's put your blindfold back on."

After I'd replaced the blindfold, Dawn took my right hand and guided my arm so that my hand was aside my head and did the same with my left. I settled comfortably into the new position as she propped my elbows with two of the little pillows.

She kissed me softly and tenderly licked my upper lip. I suckled, feeling the gentle thrusts of her tongue. Her mouth tasted so good. She kissed my cheekbone, then sucked on my earlobe. I felt the tassel of her ponytail fall from her back onto my side. Goosebumps erupted. I felt her nose trace down the side of my neck and over my collarbone. Her breath rustled the hair under my arm. She kissed me there.

"Does this feel good?" she asked as softness slowly stroked across my nipples, one at a time. I felt them stiffen.

"Yeah," I sighed with a smile. "Do that again."

She did, several times. Then I felt her trace something rigid down my side. I realized she'd done the same thing to my nipples as I'd done to hers in the kitchen. She was using the brush and was tickling me with the handle.

"How about this?"

I felt more softness. Much more softness. It felt like the brush but had much more substance. She stroked my nipples several times, then I felt it graze my cheek and lips. I could smell her perfume.

"Oh, Devo. That feels even better. Is that your hair?"

"Yeah. Now how's this?"

I felt her tongue on my nipple. Then she sucked. For quite a few moments, my lover gently nursed on my nipples. Then she carefully nibbled the tip of one and immediately licked across it with the flat of her tongue, putting out the electrical fire the nibble created into a smolder at the end of my dick. I groaned in ecstasy. My cock was rigid against Devo's firm tummy.

"Jeez. It makes me feel so good that I have this affect on you," she whispered as she stroked my hardness.

I felt her shimmy off of me right before I felt her bundle of hair tracing over my balls and up my shaft.

"Are you okay, Babe? I don't want to torture you. When you're ready, tell me."

"You're definitely getting me there. But I'm having a ball."

"Good idea."

She gently took a testicle into her mouth and moved it around softly with her tongue. I opened my legs wider to give her plenty of room. She suckled the other side, lifting my scrotum to her mouth. Then she did something I'd never experienced. She blew. She blew soft puffs of breath across my balls making my newly shortened hair quiver and making my sac feel the chill. I'd never in my life had goose-flesh in my crotch until she did that. I involuntarily groaned. My dick leapt several times.

"Is all the stuff you're doing in that booklet?" I asked.

"A few things, yeah. I'm also playing out twenty years of fantasies. Is that okay?" she asked sweetly. I felt her trace her finger down the center of my shaft.

"Yeah, but don't use them all up."

"Don't worry about that. I've got thousands more."

She spent quite a while touching my dick and giving it gentle caresses. She seemed to be studying every vein. Every crease. Every pore. I could feel pre-cum drip down my glans. She used a finger to massage the opening in the tip and spread the drops she found over my glans and down my frenulum.

"Oh stopstopstopstop!" I warned quickly as that sudden sensation quickly brought me close to the point of no return. She instantly stopped all contact with my body. It took me probably two minutes in a mental cold shower to recover myself. Then she began pulling me up the hill again with gentle squeezes, strokes, licks, kisses, probes, sucks and sensual brushes of her hair. It was, in fact, torture. Pure, exquisite, delightful torture.

She brought me to the precipice numerous times, immediately heeding my early warnings. After each cooling off period, she'd seek and find the fluids percolating from within me, milking them out with tender squeezes onto her waiting tongue at the center of my knob.

Relaxation and bliss eventually turned to desperation. "Shit, Devo. I'm done. I need release. Please?"

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Can I be selfish?" I asked sheepishly.

"Sure."

"Please suck me."

"God I'm so glad you said that."

I felt her moving. "Why?"

"Because I'm starving for you," she hissed.

She took me into her mouth. With one hand she stroked me, with the other she tickled that spot behind my balls. She massaged my frenulum with her tongue, and I rapidly exploded. After almost an hour of holding back, it took mere moments.

I'm pretty sure I had never cum so hard in my life. I'd been wearing the blindfold for so long that the lack of any retinal input must have forced my brain to substitute a wild, almost psychedelic visual display of colors and stars in opposition to the blackness. I was glad Devo had supported her weight on my upper thighs because my bucking would have probably bruised the back of her throat. I lost awareness for a moment. I was high.

The blaze lasted for several long moments. I realized I'd barely breathed when I started feeling dizzy. My lungs echoed pleasure when I inhaled.

Dawn tenderly nursed my softening cock. I could feel semen dripping down my balls.

After several long moments, she slowly removed my blindfold. My eyes squinted against the glare until they re-acclimated to light.

"Wow. Holy hell, Sweetheart, are you okay? Did I break you?" There was genuine concern in her words.

"I am beyond okay. Please, Baby. I need to feel your body on mine."

Devo settled herself onto me. Her hands were under my shoulders and her ankles hooked my calves. The weight of her slight body felt comforting. Centering. I gently caressed everything I could reach. I lightly traced my fingers from her shoulders to the base of her bottom. I could feel her wetness between her cheeks. I gently parted her bottom and rubbed her little butthole. Settling the pad of my middle finger directly at its center, I hugged Devo tightly to me.

"I love you, Devo," I whispered into her ear.

"I love you, too, Will. Exploring your body has made me so horny. I want release, too."

"Then bring your sweet goodies up here." I tapped my mouth with a finger.

Dawn shimmied toward my shoulders as I scooted down. She straddled my face and lowered herself onto my mouth. I greedily ate. Her hairless crotch slid wetly back and forth, concentrating the efforts of my tongue wherever she wanted. She positioned herself so I could focus on her clitoris, but would slide forward occasionally, allowing me to lick her bottom and perineum. I loved feeling her butt clench and release when I ground against it with the flat of my eager tongue.

"Please. Play with my butt a little," Devo hissed.

She tilted her body slightly forward so my nose was buried in her fur. I collected her vaginal fluid on my fingers and carefully began to push one into her bum. She settled into a rhythm, easily moving her pussy against my tongue as I slid my slippery finger in and out of her backside to her rhythm.

"Yeah. Keep doing that. This will only take a sec."

I would have laughed at her last statement but didn't want to break the seal I had on her pussy. I tweaked Devo's nipple firmly with my free hand, pulling it and making her tit stretch into a cone while I continued to dine on her wetness. I held her bottom firmly, refusing to be expelled as her orgasmic contractions tightened her hole in rapid pulses. I counted seven of the involuntary squeezes before they began to slow. Another seven followed at increasing intervals.

My middle finger was two knuckles deep. Dawn slid her body back down my trunk but I maintained my hold. She nestled her head into my neck.

"That felt so good," she cooed, snuggling back onto me like a blanket. We rested comfortably for several minutes.

Dawn kissed me tenderly, then chuckled. "You going to keep your finger in my butt forever?"

"Yes. I think so."

I allowed her laughter to push it out.
After a short while, our sweaty, massage-oily bodies began to cling uncomfortably. Our contact points made sticky sounds when we separated ourselves. Dawn rolled away into a comfortable position next to me, hands under her head, elbows extended. I repositioned to rest my head on the right side of her chest.

My love played with my hair with her left hand. I settled comfortably next to her and caught her scent. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of her right arm. Yes, she was sweaty. No, it didn't smell bad. She was natural. Delicious. I licked her.

"Jeez, Will. Don't be gross. My pits are sweaty."

"Yes, love, I know. And if you ever call me gross again because I like how your body smells, I'm going to spank your bare butt." I gently swatted her hip as a very mild demonstration, then tasted her again. "This is why I didn't want you to put on deodorant. You smell good the way you are and deodorant tastes bad. Scent-motivated, remember?"

"You're weird," she chuckled at me.

"Yeah, maybe I am." I brushed my fingertips across the center of her armpit and watched the goosebumps flash down her side. "But you're glad I am."

She didn't argue any further with me as I slowly stroked her sensitive skin.

"I think maybe you're right, because that feels really good. Very relaxing."

A thought crossed my mind and I tried to avoid laughing, but it didn't work.

"What's so funny?"

"Hmm. How do I put this? You like it when I lick and finger your butt, but it's sweat you're worried about."

She chuckled along with me. "Yeah, I'm a confusing, complicated woman. That must suck for you."

I spent several minutes exploring her sensitivity levels, learning where the subtlest of strokes would be uncomfortably ticklish, and learning just how much more pressure to use so they would be pleasurable instead. I wanted to map her entire body's responses to my fingertips. I wanted to know every single way I could give my love the pleasure of simple touch.

I learned she rather enjoyed just the right pressure right in the center of her armpits, and a little lighter touch along the ridge of muscle at the back of them. Her hair follicles under her arms would stand on end when I stroked the outer sides of her breasts.

My lover had very sexy skin which loved to be caressed.

Satisfied, Dawn rose and walked to the bathroom to wash her hands and I followed a few steps behind. When she was done, she left the water running for me and returned to the bedroom.

As I dried my hands, she tied her hair up into a bun and walked behind me on her way to the shower.

"Good idea. I feel just a little oily." I said.

She laid down on the bench. Staring straight at me, she donned the blindfold and spread her upturned knees widely. I was a little slow to grasp the situation. I blankly stared for a few seconds until I realized what she was offering.

"I'm here," I whispered after I joined her. I opened her with my fingers.

The little dimple I'd seen above her vagina dilated as her pee began to flow.

I was, admittedly, entranced. She sprayed the opposite wall. I cupped her crotch with my hand and felt the heat of her gushing.

"Fuck," I muttered.

She stopped. "What's wrong?!"

"Nothing at all." I removed my hand and she resumed emptying her bladder. Her slight inner lips deflected her stream chaotically.

I removed the blindfold when she was done and tightly embraced her exposed, wet, vulnerable body tightly into mine.

"Devo, my love. You. Are. An. Animal." I kissed her, then I looked directly into her eyes, focusing an intense gaze on my treasure.

We shared a laugh at our antics.

"Jeez, Will!" She wiped a laugh-induced tear from her eye. "What the hell! Why was that so bizarrely fun?"

"You tell me!" I politely demanded.

"Maybe because that's only the second time a man has watched me go wee?"

"And that's only the second time I've ever seen such a thing!"

"Huh?!" she laughed again. She stood up and turned on the shower wand and pointed it into the corner as it warmed up.

"I've never seen a woman pee until you let me."

"Really? So you've never seen female plumbing in action? Not even in porn?" She started hosing down the walls and rinsing herself.

"I have not," I admitted. "I take it, then, that you've watched a man take a whiz before?" I began using the other wand.

"Well, no," she said. "But it's just a bit more obvious how dude-parts work. Most of your interesting bits are right out there in the open." She pointed at my crotch.

I quickly moved the wand to where she'd pointed and sprayed it at her.

"Take that!" It barely had enough pressure to reach her knees.

Dawn simply grinned and shook her head. "You're such a goofball!"

I began to give myself a quick wash and rinse of the excess massage oil. I shouldn't have turned my back on Dawn.

"Take THAT!!" she hollered, and I turned around to see what was going on. She was bent over facing away from me with the wand between her legs. She had adjusted the shower wand to a narrower, more forceful massage setting which easily reached my face. I dropped my wand and it dangled from its hose, clattering against the tiled wall. I tried to deflect Dawn's rather accurate aim with little effect until I got close enough to her that she couldn't aim any higher without risking breaking the hose.

I reached around her, cupped her breasts in my hands, and drew her body upright. She nestled into me and reset the wand back to a standard spray, rinsing us with warm water, somehow managing to keep her hair mostly dry,

"All better?" I asked.

"Yep!" she said as she turned off the wand. I shut off and re-hung the one I was using and grabbed two fresh towels. My linen stock was being taxed.

As I turned to cross the threshold out of the shower, I saw the drenched bathroom floor.

"Oops!"

Dawn looked over. "Good lord. Please tell me that didn't come out of me."

I chuckled. "No, that's just water from the wand I let go of when you attacked me with yours. You dry enough?"

She nodded and handed me her towel. I combined hers with mine and mopped the floor with them. I took them, plus the towels from the bed and put them in the washing machine. I also added the sex-stained sheet from the previous night. I dropped in a pod, added a squirt of fabric softener to the dispenser and started the machine.

I'd not remembered to fold the clothes in the dryer and found them too wrinkled, so I set the appliance to a steam and dry cycle to refresh them before folding.

I caught Dawn's gaze. "What did I do?"

"Damn, Will, come here," she said with the sweetest of smiles.

I did. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "What?" I laughed harshly because of the tight squeeze.

"I've got a handsome, tall, intelligent, physically fit, very well-built guy who's standing bare-ass naked in the kitchen doing laundry. I'm not being flip. It is very sexy."

She relaxed her grip and pulled me down for a tender tongue-kiss.

"I'm full of surprises, huh?" I had no idea what she was so excited about.

"Yes, you are. I mean, all that stuff makes you sexy. It's the last bit that makes you VERY sexy in a special way to certain types of women like me."

I was totally blank.

Dawn went to the fridge and withdrew one of the big bottles of cold water and took a long, vigorous drink from it.

"Oh. That's COLD. Almost got brain freeze. Here." She offered me the bottle. "You need to reload." She smiled sexily at me.

I chuckled and drained the rest of the refreshing water.

"I'm hungry. Are you hungry?" Dawn asked as I tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin.

"Yeah. I realize I am now that you've asked."My water-filled belly growled rather noisily at the thought of food. Dawn obviously heard it and laughed.

"Let's figure out what we're going to do for dinner before that alien you're hiding in there wakes up," she said.

"Wanna go out?"

"Can't go out dressed like this."She waved her hands inwardly up and down her naked body.

I thought for a moment. "Let's do Uber Eats or Grubhub. I'll give you a million dollars to answer the door like that."

"After the bonus I got from Extecha, that's a non-offer," she smiled.

I opened the fridge and pulled out last night's leftover stir-fry.

"No."

"Peanut butter with fruit?"

"Nope!"

I started moving a hand to my groin, but she was quick.

"No!" she laughed. "Hold up a second. Remind me. When are you moving back home?"

"My last day at the office is a week from Wednesday. Packers come the Thursday after, and I think the movers come Friday. Most of the furniture here is rented with the unit, so it stays here. I'll be driving back to Dallas, probably will need to overnight along the way, so should be in my apartment Sunday evening."

"I'm assuming you're already whittling down the food you have here so you don't have to throw stuff away or move it?"

"Yep."

"When I did a scan yesterday, I figured out a half dozen things I could make with what you've got on hand. And three more I could make with less than thirty dollars of other stuff. That includes last night's stir-fry. Just think about it for a minute. I've got your back."

She stroked my back symbolically.

A thought passed my mind and I started laughing.

"What?" she asked, catching my contagious chuckles.

"You tinkled on me a few minutes ago, and now we're analyzing dinner possibilities!"

"Yeah! We're doing this caveman style! Just don't conk me on the head or drag me anywhere by my hair, and I'm all in."

"Okay, that's actually reassuring. I'm not as good at this as you are. Let me think."

I surveyed my kitchen and saw nothing particularly inspiring. I looked in the refrigerator; nothing there either. I started to close the door but stopped to check the meat drawer. I saw a package that gave me an idea.

I re-checked what I'd mentally inventoried. Flour. Milk. Sugar. Baking powder. Canola oil. Eggs. Yes! I pulled out the package from the meat drawer and sat it on the counter.

"Brenner," I said. Breakfast for dinner.

"Just bacon?"

"With blueberry pancakes."

"Yeah! Hadn't thought of that. That sounds yummy. Do your thing!"

I turned on and set the oven, lined a sheet pan with parchment paper, and laid down rashers of the thick-cut bacon. The preheating completed as I re-washed my hands.

I popped the pan into the oven and set the timer for twenty minutes.

I spent the first ten enjoying the touch and taste of my lover's kisses.

When there were barely ten minutes left on the oven's timer, I quickly whipped up a batter with a cup of flour, a little more than a cup of milk, a few teaspoons each of sugar, baking powder, and canola oil. One whole egg completed the mix.

After heating an oiled skillet, I placed a dollop of batter in it. It sizzled a bit aggressively so I turned the gas down. I slid it all over the surface of the skillet, mopping up the excess spray and distributing the remainder very evenly.

"What is that you're doing?" asked the prior night's cook.

"That's my test blob. That's how I tell when the pan is just right."

She chuckled. "That's a novel way to do it. Costs a lot less, too, and won't ever get lost."

"What do you mean? How do you do it?"

"I use a three-hundred dollar infrared thermometer."

I trashed the inedible pilot cake then deposited three small ladles-full of fresh batter into separate blobs on the pan, sprinkled the tops with blueberries, and waited for bubbles to appear on top. When the bubbles turned into little holes in the surface, I flipped them. Perfectly browned on one side, I waited until the edges were cooked through, then plated them and added three more servings.

Three more cakes out, last three ladles in. The oven's timer beeped. I took out the bacon and sat the scorching hot pan on the opposite side of the stove.

"My timing was off, and these pancakes are almost ready to flip. Would you please put the bacon on a plate?" I asked.

"Sure," Dawn answered. She pulled out a plate and lined it with several layers of paper towel. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her sprinkle something on the sizzling bacon before she carefully situated each strip onto the plate.

"What was that?" I asked as I continued to monitor the last three pancakes.

"Sage. Fresh would knock your socks off, but this will be good, too."

I flipped the last pancakes. Just a minute later, breakfast, or rather dinner, was done.

I placed the three freshest pancakes on a plate for Dawn and added three strips of bacon. I did the same for my plate. Dawn finished buttering her cakes and offered me the knife which I similarly employed. After we'd both drizzled the steaming pancakes with maple syrup, we sat at the table and ate.

"Oh, this was such a good idea. Outstanding job, Sweetie," she praised. "I can take or leave fresh blueberries. They just don't have much flavor to me. But it's amazing how much sweeter and flavorful they become when they're cooked."

"Sage, huh?" I asked while savoring a bit of the crispy bacon. "That is a nice flavor. Almost makes it taste like a combination of bacon and breakfast sausage." The juxtaposition of the sweet and savory items on the plate was perfect.

"Can you believe what time it is? We've been going at it for almost four hours."

It was almost six-thirty.

Chapter 14: July 22, 2016 (Evening)

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"You tired?" I asked.

"No."

"You bored?"

She looked at me for a moment with a wry smile on her face. "No."

"I keep forgetting to ask. When are you heading back to Dallas?"

"I'm booked on a flight back to DFW Sunday afternoon. Considering I don't have a job to go back to on Monday, I could cancel my flight and come back with you. I'd need to do some laundry and maybe do some shopping, though, because I only anticipated a short stay. Don't take that the wrong way," she winked at me.

I chewed on a bit of food, considering options. "As inviting as that sounds, I think it'd be better for both of us if you stay on your schedule. I've got lots of crap to finish up at work in the next few days, plus I'll need to get ready for the move back. If you flew back with me, you'd be starting a huge new job almost literally right out of the gate."

"Yeah, you're right. Besides. I've always got Robo-Willy to keep me company."

"Robo-What?"

She pointed to the white box on the counter.

"Oh, yeah!" I said, recalling that one of the items in the box was the remotely controllable Lush. "We'll have to figure out how to get that working before you leave," I grinned widely.

"I dunno. The whole idea of remote control seems so completely . . . strange."

"A part of Extecha's product portfolio makes possible the Internet of Things, right?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but THAT is the Internet of . . . THINGIE."

"Hah! That's true!"

I pushed my plate away. I was getting full even though I'd only eaten half the stack of pancakes. I didn't want a food coma to disable me.

"Me, too. I'm done," Dawn said.

I rose from my chair and reached for Dawn's plate.

"You cooked. I'll clean up."

She rose and took our plates to the kitchen. I noticed her bottom and thighs were bright red. Sitting naked on wood chairs might not have been a great idea. I could only imagine what I looked like, so I stood up to help her clear the table.

"I said I'll do it!" Dawn chastised. I decided to show her my motivation and turned my back to her.

"Oh, Jeez! Does my butt look like that?"

"Yeah," I pouted dramatically.

"Okay, then. Hard chairs without cushions are a no-no when naked."

"Come on. Let me help. Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go to bed," I offered.

"Bed? I said I'm not tired. It's not even seven o'clock."

Just then, the dryer beeped.

"I said nothing about going to sleep," I grinned at her, and turned into the laundry room.

While she finished the dishes, I folded and hung the few, now wrinkle-free, items. Her bikini top was missing its mate. I remembered it was in the living area so I fetched it and folded the pair together, placing them on the dresser in the bedroom. I folded the towels and put them away, doing the same for my shorts and t-shirts.

When I came out of the closet, Dawn was smiling at me from the bedroom door, drying her hands with the kitchen towel.

"What?" I chuckled at her unexpected charm.

"That."

"What 'that'?"

"I already told you that you're physically very attractive. I'm not making light of this. I'm being serious. Watching you do laundry and cook and stuff is a real aphrodisiac to an observant woman. You're psychologically sexier than hell."

"I don't get it."

"I'm not surprised, because you're real. You are GENUINE. Watching you do simple things like folding towels and clothes shows me that you know how to take care of yourself. It's easy to see how you could take care of a mate, too. Not just hunting caribou or fighting off polar bears. You do stuff inside the igloo, too. It is very, VERY attractive."

I think I might have actually blushed. She, in just a few words, complimented not only my masculinity, but also a part of me I didn't even know I had. It made me feel proud.

All I could think to say was, "Yeah, I'll stuff YOUR igloo. Whoa. No. That was stupid. Forget I said that. I'm a dork."

My take-back made her laugh. "Will, why aren't you married?" Dawn asked.

The sudden turn in the conversation jarred me. "What, are you my mother?"

I regretted my words immediately. She didn't deserve that.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that in any bad way. You're such a great man, it's just hard for me to imagine why you aren't off the market."

I sat on the bed. "Sorry, Dawn, I didn't mean to bark. That just sort of struck a nerve. It's a topic I don't really want to talk about right now. It'd be a mood-spoiler. Is that okay?"

She nodded, took my face into her hands and kissed me softly.

"Yeah, Will. I understand." She kissed me tenderly again. "Considering what we've done in the last week, the last person I want you to associate me with is . . . your MOTHER."

The humorous expression on her face brought me back to the wonderful present. I rose to my feet and held my love in my arms for several minutes, enjoying the scent of her hair as I stroked my fingers through the full length of it. I gently tugged on her ponytail to turn her face upwards to me. I kissed her firmly, entering her mouth with my tongue. She reciprocated. I felt the minuscule vibrations in my skull as her tongue rasped my upper teeth.

"Mm. You taste like blueberries," I whispered.

"Is that a good thing?" she asked.

"Yeah."

I walked into the bathroom and found the blindfold. Luckily, it had not gotten wet. I returned and handed it to her.

She studied me for just a second, then donned the eye-cover.

I guided her to the foot of the bed. "Lay your tummy down. But leave your legs off the end," I said.

She felt around, cautiously orienting herself through her darkness, and did what I asked.

"Like this?"

"Yeah. But move your knees apart. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll figure it out."

Her buttocks parted.

It still surprised me that . . . THAT would so fascinate and turn me on. I'd never been particularly interested in that part of a woman's anatomy. What was before my eyes was simply gorgeous.

I stared closely for quite a while. I'm sure that Dawn could feel my breath against her body when I breathed in so closely to her parted buttocks.

I kissed her between her cheeks.

"You okay? You can take the blindfold off if you want me to stop." I kissed her butthole again. Then I licked. Quite a few times. In fact, I spent several minutes gently but deliberately licking and tonguing my lover's ass, enjoying the sight of her muscle winking at me, and the sounds of her sighs as she ground her hips into the bed.
My desires having been satisfied for the moment, I shifted my attention to Dawn's pussy. Her thick labia, even in that position, remained closed. The brown ring of her anus transitioned to pale skin over her perineum with a little ridge of wrinkled skin which disappeared right where her lips joined. I traced the ridge with a fingertip and earned a low moan. I caressed her there for a few moments.

Her outer lips were slightly shaded, as if they'd been lightly dusted with cocoa. I squeezed them between my fingers, and trailed the fingertips through her backside, ensuring I caressed her anus tenderly and gently. I loved the reaction I'd get teasing that pink, nerve-rich skin just inside, so I coaxed it from its hidden reaches and licked it, then reversed my hand and slid it back through her crotch and grasped into her black fur, tugging.

"That feels so good. I love the way you know just how to touch me."

I parted her lips and released them, watching how they sprung back. Parting her again, I compressed her inner folds between my index and middle fingers, learning the textures of her inner flesh. Her tender inner lips were brushed at the fringes with a faint dusky color which transitioned to rosy pink hues further inside. Their fringes were slightly darker than her outer lips. They were so feathery and slight it was difficult to grasp them with anything other than my suckling lips, so that's how I pleasured her. I sucked her tender flesh into my mouth, tasting her.

Still kneeling on the floor between her parted legs, I pulled her mons forward toward her tummy while parting her. Her clitoris emerged from its hood into view. I studied the little pink nub. Wetting a finger with my saliva, I massaged it, pressing it from behind to increase its exposed surface, then I massaged it with my tongue.

"Yeah. If you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum," she moaned.

I took that as more of a request than a warning, and I was more than happy to bring her to a climax using nothing more than the tip of my tongue. I pushed my nose into her bottom to feel her sphincter go nuts as she cried out into a pillow.

I resumed my exploration by opening her pussy and locating her little dimple. I pet and softly explored it with my finger, then my tongue.

"I'm enjoying being explored. Do you like what you see?" she whispered.

"Yeah. I do. You are so perfect."

"Can I lay on my back now?"

I gave her asshole another slow, tender lick before answering, "Sure."

She rolled over and spread her thighs anew. Her motions caused her pussy to express some fluid which oozed very slowly down that wavy little wrinkle, down her perineum, stopping in the center of her hole. I blew against her, and she squeezed in reflex. The pucker gripped the droplet, and when she relaxed, its center was glossy and shiny with her wetness. I opened her bottom for the pinkness and inhaled her. The combination of aromas was astounding. Her freshly washed anus holding her vaginal juices created a pheromone-rich cocktail that made my body hair stand on end. I lapped her up.

"Baby, I love what you're doing. Tell me why you like doing that. Please? I want to know," Dawn said.

"Do you like it?" I licked.

"I do. I mean, I don't think I could orgasm from just that, but it feels . . . nice."

"That you like it is one reason I like it. But why does it feel nice?"

"Well, I mean it does feel good. Like when you brush your fingers under my arms. And it's so . . . intimate. So . . . different."

"Yeah. Very." I licked. "And it's fun. You can't hide reflexes. It's so . . . naughty?" I licked her inner pinkness. "It's dirty. Good dirty. Forbidden. Kinky. Taboo even."

I licked again. "But it's also because you . . . you LET me. That you ask for it and enjoy it tells me you trust me in ways no one could know." I probed just inside with the tip of my tongue, slightly entering her as she relaxed her muscle.

"Ooh. Yeah. That feels so good. Help me cum again, please?"

I so envied the female body's short recovery time.

I figured that if men didn't have a long cooling-off period, we'd be holed up wanking ourselves until we died of dehydration. Evolution forced it on us.

I fulfilled her request. It provided me more nectar to lick from her underside. She brought her hands to her pussy and unfolded herself. She pushed gently out and down, exquisitely opening her vagina to my searching eyes. She worked her muscles. Her cunt made delicious wet noises as she flexed herself. I pushed my tongue as far into her as I could, tasting the inside of her tunnel. I put my nose to her opening and lined my lungs with her aroma.

"Can you do that little trick?" I asked.

Dawn chuckled. "You sure? Let's see."

I watched her abdominal muscles move. Her vagina hissed as she sucked air into it. She relaxed her grasp. Her tummy muscles changed their shapes and she slowly pushed the air out of her relaxed pussy. The sound it made was very different than the previous night's play. Her pussy just . . . exhaled. Like a sigh.

"Oh, that is so incredible. Do that again."

She did. And on the exhale, I inhaled. The air was so rich with her scent I almost emptied my balls onto my duvet.

All five of my senses were fully engaged in our play. The sight of her manipulating herself and masterfully controlling her toned abs. The sound it made as her pussy "breathed." The feel of the released breeze over my face and the warmth of her hips as I held her. The tastes of her private parts fresh on my tongue. And her scent. Her fucking scent. Literally, her FUCKING scent.

"Holy hell, that is so hot," I purred. "Do it again. But the noisy kind."

She did. She went through a whole medley of different songs. I was, quite honestly, astonished. Her laughter added to the symphony.

I fell sideways into the bed and pulled her body into mine. She clutched at my arms, pulling them more tightly around her with a deep sigh.

"I'm taking this off," she said as she removed the blindfold. "I want to see your eyes," she sighed.

She did, and laid next to me smiling serenely and happily.

"You are too good to me!" my lover said.

"Nuh-uh. Nothing is too good for you, Devo."

My love embraced me so tightly I thought it possible that she might make me pass out.

"Baby, would you please make love to me now?" I asked.

She covered me with a condom, mounted me, and took me to heaven.

We then rested under the calm breeze of the ceiling fan, contact-free except for embraced hands.

Chapter 15: Saturday and Sunday, July 23-24, 2016

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I woke up being softly caressed with fingertips tracing down my back and stroking my hair. I was a touch disoriented because daylight was visible through the window shades, but I didn't remember wanting to go to sleep. I guessed I'd conked out after the night of frolicking.

I laid still for several moments and opened my eyes. Dawn was lying next to me. Her eyes were closed as she pet me with her hand.

"Hi," I whispered.

Her eyes opened. "Good morning," she whispered back with the sweetest smile.

I rolled onto my back and patted my chest, encouraging her to snuggle into me. She did. We lay quietly, just warmly cuddled together. I lightly stroked her back with my fingernails as she ran hers through the fur on my chest.

It didn't take long before her sensuality took to the fore. She traced her fingertips down my thighs and up the center, just barely avoiding my bits. Of course, the attention had the inevitable effect as she continued to caress me with her fingertips.

Gripping me fully in her hand, she stroked me slowly, tenderly. I felt quite good, to say the least. She scooted over to the side of the bed for a condom.

"Please make love to me," she softly requested.

I put the condom on and rose above her, entering her slowly.

"Yeah," she sighed.

Once she was able to take me fully into her body, I stopped moving. Careful not to put all of my weight on her, I held her, kissing her tenderly. She wrapped her legs around my thighs.

"Oh, jeez. I love feeling your weight on me."

She smiled so sweetly it almost made me weep.

"It's hard to describe. Right now I feel like there's no way I could escape you if I tried. But I absolutely want to be right where I am. I want more of you. Hold me tighter, Will."

"I'm afraid of hurting you, Devo," I said, watching her eyes.

"Baby, you still don't trust me completely, do you. Believe me. If I'm not okay, I'm going to tell you. Please hold me. It's okay!"

I settled down onto her body. The closeness of our contact was so comforting.

"Yeah. See? I'm okay. I'm not turning blue. Now kiss me some more."

I realized with each new day just how much I adored that woman. I had for twenty years. I kissed her in a manner that reflected my adoration. Her nails dug into my back when I sucked her tongue into my mouth, tasting her. I loved that little creature's tiny frame, but it did have one disadvantage. I couldn't comfortably kiss her and be fully inside her at the same time. I alternated slow thrusts with kisses. I found a rhythm which satisfied both my my cravings.

"Oh, God, Will. I love you so much." She started panting. "I'm getting really close."

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Enjoy yourself. I know I am."

I nuzzled one of her arms over her head and licked into her armpit. She smelled and tasted so good. Her scent was mild and incredibly erotic.

"I love how you smell. I know you think that's gross, but I don't care. It turns me on. There's nothing about you that I don't crave. My love, remember. You own me. I am yours."

"I am so incredibly in lo-- oh, yeah - - love with you, Baby, harder. I love you so MUCH! YES!"

She gripped me so hard in her climax that I thought my back might be bloodied. Her animal behavior emboldened me and I bit into her shoulder.

"Oh, FUCK YES!" she cried out.

I pulled out of her and shimmied down her body. I needed her flavor. I desired her scent. I pushed her knees up to her breasts and pushed my tongue into her, tasting her core. It almost satisfied my craving.

Moving back up, I laid on my back and pulled her onto me. "Ride me."

And ride me she did. My entire length was accepted into her body. I could feel the movement of her insides with my thumbs against her lower belly.

"Come on. Cum for me, Baby," she cooed at me while playing with her nipples. She then ran her hands through her mussed hair, pulling backwards, flexing her arms. She knew what I liked to see. Her abs flexing, showing incredible tone and delicious motion. Her ribs appearing and disappearing with each breath. The subtle indentions under her arms. The way her hair swayed to and fro in rhythm with her body.

"You are so gorgeous!" I growled as she ground her clit into my fur. She laid back down on my body and covered my chest with her hair. I grabbed a fistful of it and smelled her perfume. I slid my hands down her spine into the cleft of her bottom.

"Yes yes yes. . ." she hissed.

I clutched each of her buttocks in my hands as I felt my climax approaching. "Devo. My Devo. I'm gonna--"

"Go ahead, Baby," she purred.

She rubbed one of my nipples with a tongue-moistened fingertip. It made me erupt.

"Yeah! That's it, Sweetheart. There ya go. Let it all out!" she cooed as I quivered.

"I can't wait to feel what it's like to have your cum inside me," she said. Her words caused an aftershock. My entire body quaked.

Dawn laid her body back down onto mine and I slowly caressed her.

"Good morning, Baby," I whispered.

"Yeah. It really, really is," she whispered back. "The sun's come up. But I have no intention of getting out of your bed."

"That's fine with me. Let me take care of this and I'll be right back."

"Okay," she said easily as she uncurled herself off of me.

I quickly discarded the condom, cleaned myself up and then slipped back under the covers and held my lover close to me. I slowly traced my fingers over her skin until I heard the easy breathing of her sleep return.

Neither of us must have cared at all about the soiled sheets, because I fell asleep again right after her.

We spent the vast majority of the day lounging in bed together. I did remember to put the towels in the dryer, because we definitely needed them. We only got out of bed to take care of biological needs (some shared, some solo), food, and water. Lots and lots of water.

I guess I could summarize by saying we were having a blast screwing and exploring and other entertaining intimate activity. The speculum broke into two pieces during an orgasm, and we joked about a possible interaction with Lily if we decided it needed to be replaced. We threw it away.

Sometimes our play was passionate and energetic. Other times it was slow, tender, and un-rushed. We played around with other stuff from the box, and we both familiarized ourselves with the Lush. It required pairing each others' phones with the app which wasn't difficult at all. We determined that the app would be "in your face" obvious to anyone who happened to glance at the screen, so we figured out strategies to use it discreetly.

We uncorked a bottle of Single Barrel and got rather inebriated which led to escalations of the sporting events in the shower. We were beyond entertained, to say the least.

By Saturday evening, we shared a laugh when we paused a movie for the second time to go at it. We quickly realized we were both too sore, and probably a little too drunk. Dawn donned a faux shocked expression, put her hands between her legs then looked relieved.

"Yeah. Okay. Good," she said. "My vagina hasn't fallen out." The way she said it made me double over with laughter.

I vowed to myself that, despite what I'd said to Dawn the day before, I would clean the condo before the housekeepers came, because we had darn near wrecked the place with our escapades. The place smelled of potent sex, so turning up the plug-in air freshener was a must, and lots of evidence would need to be discarded.

The only time I donned clothing was a bathrobe when Uber delivered dinner. Dawn had been completely naked for over thirty-six hours.

Sunday came too soon. The weekend was drawing to a too-rapid end. We slept off our minor hangovers. We got out of bed when our stomachs growled for lunch. Dawn fought valiantly over what we'd eat so that we could have make-up sex to confirm our parts benefited from a good rest as well.

She helped me get the condo cleaned and straightened up. We figured that every single wastebasket in the place contained samples of our DNA, so I collected all the liners and took them to the dumpster in the parking lot.

For lunch, we enjoyed the shrimp stir-fry she'd made. Like good lasagna, the leftovers were even tastier than before.

Unfortunately, the dreaded time arrived. Her flight to Dallas was estimating an on-time departure at 3:55pm.

"I want to go to the airport with you and see you off. I'll Uber back," I offered.

"I'd enjoy that. It's going to be hard being away from you these next few weeks," she said, pensively.

"I'm sure we can keep each other . . . updated?"

"Yeah. I'm kinda looking forward to, um, talking to you on the phone," she smiled knowingly at me.

"Ooh. Yeah!" We kissed.

"Come on. It's time to go," Dawn reminded me. I looked at my watch. It was 1:30.

While Dawn drove to the airport, I pulled out my phone and brought up the Lush app. It refused to connect.

At a stoplight, Dawn said, "You didn't think I'd go through airport security with that thing inside me, did you?" she laughed.

"No, I guess that would be a bad idea."

Arriving at the airport rental return, Dawn checked the car back in and we walked to the terminal. We said our goodbyes and enjoyed a nice but not publicly inappropriate kiss. I watched her as she went through security. She turned and blew me another kiss which I grabbed with my fingertips and placed on my lips, smelling her pussy's scent on my unwashed fingers.

My heart actually felt a little heavy. Juliet was right. Parting was such sweet sorrow.

The Uber ride back to my condo seemed extraordinarily long, even though it was only 4:30 when I walked through the door. The driver was perceptive, asking if I'd just dropped off a loved one, a fact I affirmed.

I connected my iPad to the TV and watched Dawn's plane on a flight tracker. It had taken off on time, and was already cruising at thirty-four thousand feet at five hundred nautical miles per hour. I'd always enjoyed flying in the regional jets because they are so much more nimble and quick compared to their bigger relatives. Her flight showed an ETA of 5:15pm Central Daylight Time.

My iPhone beeped. Dawn had sent me an iMessage.

'We're cruising. Pilot says ETA at gate is 5:20 Central. Cleared an upgrade to first class. Barely enjoying a glass of cheap wine. I miss you already.'

'Nice! :) I miss you too. :* '

'Want to play?'

'Yes!'

'Me too. But need to wait until flight attendants are done with service. Maybe twenty minutes or so before I can get to the lav.'

'K. We can drink wine together while we wait.'

I poured myself a glass of the red wine we'd opened a few days ago. It wasn't so great after sitting in the decanter for several days. I imagined it was, though, on par with what Dawn had on-board.

I waited on the couch, watching the icon representing Dawn's Embraer crawl slowly toward the boot-heel of Missouri.

'Since I can't use ESFS any more, do you think you can find a similar app we can use? I just took some photos I think you might like. I may be in the clouds right now, but no way are these pics going to the cloud on anything lacking stellar security.'

'Sure. You want me to do it now? Or later?'

'Not right this minute. But it'd probably be good to have something before we drop below 10K. BTW give Robo a try.'

I swapped the iPad over to iMessage and brought up the Lush app on my phone. Unlike in the car, it connected almost immediately. I used it to send a brief, gentle pulse through the internet via who-knows-where at nearly the speed of light to a tiny Bluetooth receiver between my lover's legs.

'I felt that! :) '

I sent a series of pulses in a specific pattern.

'Really, William? Shave and a haircut?'

I sent the final two pulses of that particular ditty at a rather non-gentle amplitude.

'Jeez! Be nice to me.'

I was VERY nice.

The typing indicator had started when I sent a long sinusoidal wave of variable-amplitude vibrations into Dawn's vagina from a distance.

'You have to let me breathe!'

I increased the waveform's frequency and lowered its amplitude.

'Stop I nee to thnk'

I did.

It took Dawn a couple of minutes to send her next message. 'I'm going to see if I can FaceTime you. Stay muted. Don't want to get in trouble.'

A minute or so later, I received the call and answered it on my iPad. I muted my microphone. I could tell her phone was propped up on the tray table. The low bandwidth connection made the image slightly distorted and pixelated, but I could tell she had the screen covered with something just visible in the corner of the frame. Probably a napkin.

Despite the low bandwidth, I saw her smile on my LCD. Her eyes were soft and looked rather relaxed.

I set the app to a different mode and experimented to see how latent the connection was. I sent a high-amplitude pulse her way. I saw her eyes go wide about five seconds later. Two and a half seconds for the signaled command to travel there, two and a half seconds for her reaction to make it back. She smiled timidly and shook her head slowly. It was a weak warning to me, but I heeded it.

I played with her for about twenty minutes, admittedly rather aroused watching her conscious efforts to not let pleasure show on her face. Her languid eye movements and very subtle smiles were enough to show me that she was, indeed enjoying the remote play.
Her eyes closed, and I saw her subtly pull her shoulders back as if stretching. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes flew open and I saw her look away, startled. She wordlessly handed her empty glass to someone and nodded. Dawn wasn't making eye contact with whoever it was. She just stared at something in front of her, above the camera. A moment later, she took a full glass of wine from a hand and took a very slow sip with her eyes completely closed.

'You kinda look drunk, Honey.'

FaceTime ended as she answered my iMessage.

'The flight attendant probably thinks I'm self-medicating. She asked if I was okay.'

I sent a big Smile Emoji then teased her some more.

A few minutes later the app indicated a disconnect.

'I can't take any more. I accidentally groaned out loud. I'm cutting you off. ;) '

'That's so awesome! I understand.'

We chatted "innocently" while I looked for a secure file app. I initially dismissed all the obvious possibilities, but after searching for a while, decided the easiest and most secure solution was a burner Dropbox account which I created in just a few minutes.

'Plane just crossed the Red River. We'll probably start descending pretty soon. Hurry up if you want pics. Otherwise you'll be waiting a few hours.'

I looked at my watch. It was 5:52.

'Create a burner gmail and use that to set up a different Dropbox.' I provided her the email address of the one I had just created.

'Remember to set up 2FA on your account. I won't be able to lock mine down until we're on the ground because 2FA requires SMS.'

'Done. And gotcha,' I replied.

'Give me ten minutes. Gotta visit the lav and there's a line.'

'K'

Quite a few minutes later, she messaged 'Glad I thought to put an extra zip-top bag in my purse.'

'Why?'

'You'll see.'

A few minutes passed. 'Aw, this won't be as much fun. I can't individually password protect each photo like I could in ESFS. :( '

'Put each one in its own folder and password protect the folder.'

'Oh, yeah! I forgot you could do that from the mobile app.' . . . 'I won't though. You wouldn't be able to handle that kind of stress with these. ;) Can't wait to get on the ground. Ten minutes to go.'

I watched the flight tracker. It wasn't moving as fast as I wanted. Accounting for the five-minute delay in the position estimate, she still had eight minutes to go. I occupied time by packing my gym bag, deciding to go work out after the lazy weekend.

'We're on the ground. Taxing to terminal A. We landed on the east side, so should be quick to get to the gate.' . . . 'Check your new email. Just two photos for now. More later when I get on the shuttle. Folder password is your favorite password.'

I opened Dropbox and logged out of my normal account.

I found Dawn's email and tapped the link. Dropbox opened and asked me to log in and answer the 2FA challenge. No problem. I typed in the obvious password and saw two photos.

Wow. What a tease! It looked like it was taken in the airplane lavatory, which of course, made sense. She was holding the toy in her hand with one of the little bottles of lube from the Discretion box.

In the next photo, she was was holding a pantyliner in the palm of her hand. Other than the location of the shoot, it was no more out of the ordinary than one you'd see on a TV advertisement. But it was Dawn's hand. It was her pad, and I knew where it was going. Those facts made it erotic.

'Good GOLLY.'

Messages stopped for quite a while. I could envision Dawn walking through the terminal to get to the lower level where the parking shuttles made their pickups.

'More later. Shuttle is crowded. Don't want people overlooking. Go find something to keep you busy. ;) '

'Okay. Going to the gym.'

'Good idea. Burn off some energy. Give me a couple of hours to get home and get settled. I will check in with you in a little while.'

I grabbed my gym bag and fled.

As soon as I got the text which read, 'I'm home now. Call me when you're done at the gym', I hit the lockers. It'd been an hour and a half workout. It felt good.

It was just past 8:00 when I walked through the door and threw my gym bag into the laundry room. I took a fast shower and put on clean clothes, then called my love.

"Heya!" she answered. "Can I FaceTime you?"

"Absolutely." I hung up. It took only a few seconds for the call to come.

"Heya, back!" I said to her smiling face.

"How was your workout?"

"Good. I'll sleep well tonight, but not as good as when you're next to me."

"Aw, you're so sweet!" she smiled at me. "Count the days. You're moving back in just fourteen."

"I know. I was anxious to get back before you came, now I can't wait. So speaking of home, show me around your place."

"Seriously? You want to look around my house instead of looking at pictures?"

"At least show me your bedroom," I said with a grin.

She sighed. "Okay, fine."

She switched to the rear-facing camera and I watched her walking down a short hallway then through a door.

"Yeah," I said lasciviously. "I've seen a gorgeous woman on that very bed before. Now I want to see your pictures." I smiled broadly at her.

"Let me get comfy. Kinda makes me wish I had a bottle of your Jack Daniel's."

"Yeah, it would have been pretty hard to get that through TSA."

"I know. That's why I bought my own!" She put in front of the camera a bottle that looked identical to mine.

"Nice! Where'd you get it?"

"Total Wine in Plano. Bought it when I had the unexpected stay-over here last week. The barrel they selected is okay, but not nearly as good as yours. Theirs is more robust. Less sweet."

"Hang on. I'm going to pour one, too." I went to the kitchen and poured a double over ice and settled onto the couch.

"Here's to you!" she toasted her camera, and I reflected the motion toward mine. "Uploading the 'before' pictures now. I'm going to delete them once they're in Dropbox."

I saw her working from her iPad. I opened mine and logged into Dropbox. I refreshed the file list every few seconds until I saw new items in the folder she'd created earlier.

The first photo was of her panties around her knees. The crotch had the liner she'd sent a picture of earlier.

Next photo showed her placing the Lush into her body.

"That is so hot," I said, massaging my lap to point my stuff in a more comfortable direction. "Any trouble getting that through security?"

"Nope. None at all. It was in my carry-on. After I got through security, I went to the ladies' room and transferred it to my purse."

The final photo was her, fully dressed, legs spread slightly so I could see the crotch of her slacks. Not a single hint that anything was secreted away inside. But knowing what she had inside her body and in her panties made me harder.

"Oh, that's an awesome photo. The fact that you can turn me on so much even fully clothed impresses me."

"Really? Show me."

I switched cameras and gave her a quick look at the one-eyed monster.

It made her laugh, "It's so freaky from that angle and so close to the lens!"

I swapped cameras again so she could see me smiling at her.

"Okay, uploading the 'after' photos now."

The first photo blew me away. It was the same as the last one, except there was a tiny dark spot right in the crotch of her pants, off-center to the left.

"Holy cow," was all I said.

"Yeah. I know. I didn't even realize I'd done that until I was back in the lav. I think the way I was squirming around in my seat shifted things."

The second photo was of the crotch of her panties, snug against her body. The liner was bunched over to one side, revealing how her moisture had managed to escape it. The third was of her pulled-down panties. The pantyliner was visibly dampened with her juices. It brought back memories of our first night in Lexington.

"Wow. Just wow. Jeez."

"You okay, Will?"

"I got you that wet?"

"My imagination had something to do with it. But, then again, I was thinking about you, so maybe you're right. Make sure you keep yourself in the camera. I want to watch your face when you open the next one."

I opened the file. She'd partially extracted the toy, her vaginal opening stretching around the thickest part of it. The visible portion of it was covered with her cloudy, frothed, girl-cum.

"Oh. My. Lord." I said.

"That's why I had to cut you off. I was about to have another orgasm and I was afraid I might scream."

"ANOTHER orgasm?"

She giggled. "Yeah. I was in the middle of one when the flight attendant interrupted me to ask if I wanted more wine. So I guess, technically, I'm now a member of the mile-high club?"

"I don't think it works that way."

I brought up the next photo. It was a zip-top bag containing the messy toy.

I laughed. "Wow, Baby! I had no idea you'd enjoy it that much! I wish transporters were real. I'd be over there and on top of you in a flash."

"We can have video sex, you know," she said in a sultry voice.

"One step ahead of you," I replied, walking to the bedroom to shed my clothes.

I think she probably slept as well as I did that night.